You're An Idiot, Sherlock Holmes (OC x Sherlock)

Ashtray

 I couldn't stand the tense feeling as Jim continued smiling. Stayin' Alive echoed throughout the pool suddenly and my eyebrows furrowed. 

Jim sighed and closed his eyes in frustration. "Do you mind if I get that?" 

"Oh, no, please," Sherlock insisted with a shrug. "You've got the rest of your life." 

Moriarty pulled out his phone and answered it. "Hello? Yes of course it is, what do you want?"

Sorry, he mouthed to Sherlock.

No, it's fine, Sherlock mouthed. 

All of this almost made me forget the fact snipers are still aimed at me and Sherlock,  meanwhile this consulting criminal is answering a phone call. I tapped my fingers on my knee as Moriarty turned in the other direction.

"Say that again!" he yelled into the phone abruptly as I flinched. "Say that again, and know that if you are lying to me, I will find you and I will skin you." Sherlock and I exchanged a small glance. 

Moriarty took his phone from his ear and stared blankly at the floor. He took a few steps closer to the bomb on the floor, and Sherlock's hand fidgeted while holding the gun, looking down to the jacket and back at Jim.

"Sorry. Wrong day to die," Jim said monotony.

"Did you get a better offer," Sherlock said.

"You'll be hearing from me, Sherlock," Jim promised as he made his way back to the door he first entered. Sherlock tightened his grip on his pistol. "If you have what you say you have, I will make you rich. If you don't, I'll make you into shoes," he warned into his phone. before leaving the pool, he snapped his fingers and the red dots disappeared. 

Sherlock relaxed his stance and lowered the gun, looking around.

"What . . . the hell . . . just happened there?" I asked. 

"Someone changed his mind," he answered. "The question is, who?" 

~

My fingers typed the keyboard at the speed of light. Writer's block has been up my ass for a couple of weeks now, but I'm finally able to get the next case out.  

"What're you typing?" Sherlock asked, flipping through the newspaper.

"Blog," I replied, not looking up. 

"About?"

"Us." 

"You mean me."

"And what makes you say so?" I looked up from my screen.

"You're typing a lot," he said with a small smile. I chuckled as I looked down at my screen once more. 

The doorbell rang and Sherlock set down his cup of coffee. "Right then, so what have we got?" He walked down to answer the door as I put away my computer. 

~

"My wife seems to be spending a very long time at the office-"

"Boring," Sherlock interrupted, waving away the client with his hand. I sighed before getting up to open the door, gesturing the man to get out. 

~

"I think my husband might be having an affair," the woman in the chair said.

"Yes," Sherlock quickly answered. 

He cleared his throat, making me look up from my notepad. "Hm?" He nodded toward the direction of the door and I sighed.

"For god's sake, Sherlock," I muttered, making my way to the door and pointing out of it.